"Warned him, you mean!"
Mike Nesmith took the dust rag he had been cleaning with and hit Micky Dolenz over the head with it.
"Like I was trying to say, don't go making a bad impression and embarrassing me in front of him and his wife."
"We'll be the perfect gentlemen, I assure you." Davy Jones said with a bow.
"Right! And Peter..."
"I know, Mike!" Peter Tork rolled his eyes. "I'll cook the basics. Won't try any new culinary delights."
There was a knock at the door, and Mike quickly threw the dust rag aside.
"They're here!"
He hurried to the door, and opened it. A man with Mike's height and a larger build threw his arms around Mike's waste and, with a yell, spun him around in a bear hug.
"Mike, it's great to see you again!" Walter exclaimed with a booming Texas accent.
"Yeah, you too, Walt!" Mike grinned, rubbing his sore back.
Walter stretched his arm behind him, and a beautiful brunette walked up and slipped her arm around his waste while his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"Honey, this here's the man I've been telling you about - Mike Nesmith!"
"Well you didn't have to tell me his name." the young woman laughed, then looked at Mike. "He hasn't talked about anyone else since you invited us out here."
Mike laughed and shook hands with the young woman.
"Well, I know you must be Beverly. I couldn't stop Walt from bragging to me about you after you two got married. Now I can see why he went on so much."
"Why thank you, Mike." Beverly smiled.
"Eh hem!" came from the living room.
Mike turned around to see his three friends standing there, and Micky waved at him.
"Remember us?"
"I'm sorry, guys!" Mike chuckled. "Walt, Beverly, these are my three best friends, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones and Peter Tork."
"Ah, the ones you've told me about." Walter chuckled.
"I can only imagine what he's been saying." Davy muttered through a smile.
Peter elbowed him.
"Well come on in, and get settled. After all this is going to be your home for two weeks." Mike said as he shut the door behind the couple. "Guys, help me with their luggage."
"We don't want to put you boys out. We can stay at a hotel." Beverly said.
"Nonsense!" Mike said.
"Yeah, Davy and I moved to the upstairs bedroom, so the downstairs one is our guest room." Peter smiled as he helped with the luggage.
The day went on, and the two old friends became re-acquainted with each other. They talked over memories, both good and bad. They updated each other on their lives since Mike had left Texas. Walter continued to brag about his wife, and Mike told of the rising success of the Monkees.
After a delicious spaghetti dinner - which Peter was overjoyed with the praise for his cooking - Davy excused himself so he could take his nightly walk on the beach before turning in.
His feet barely hit the sand when he heard Beverly's voice call out to him. He turned and saw her hurrying toward him.
"Oh, Davy!" she stopped next to him and pulled off her heels so that she could walk barefoot in the sand. "I hope you don't mind, but living in the city, I hardly ever get to see a beach."
"No, I don't mind at all." Davy smiled. "I usually come out here for a walk before I go to sleep. The salty smell of the ocean reminds me of home, and the crashing of the waves seem to bring such a calm to me..." he paused and chuckle uncomfortably. "I'm babbling again."
"Don't stop. You talk beautifully." she smiled. "You know, you're really quite good looking."
Davy never minded compliments from a woman before, but this was different. This woman was married, and to his best friend's cousin. Instead of his usual reaction of returning a compliment, he decided to joke this one off.
"Let me guess! You have a girl-friend who you think would be just perfect for me, right?"
"Perhaps I do." she replied with a mischievous grin.
"I knew it!" Davy said, taking a relieved breath. "You women can't stand to see a guy happily single."
"It doesn't bother me if he's single." Beverly said as she slid her arm through his. "As long as he doesn't mind that I'm married."
Davy paused, glanced at her hand which was now resting on his, then looked at her.
"No! Uh uh!" Davy said, shaking his head and backing away. "No way! I don't date married women, especially when she's tied in so closely with one of my best friends."
"I bet I can change your mind!" she smiled as she moved closer to him.
"My mind is as set as stone. You can ask any of the guys!" Davy said.
"We'll see about that!"
Beverly wrapped her arms around Davy's neck and kissed him. He grabbed her arms and tried to push her away, but she only clung tighter and pressed her lips more firmly against his.
The sound of voices came from the Pad, and Beverly saw Walter and Mike standing just outside the bay windows.
"Let me go!" she screamed, then slapped Davy across the face.
Davy thought he was staring insanity in the face until he heard shouts and footsteps behind him. He turned to see Walt and Mike running across the beach.
"Beverly, are you all right?" Walter asked.
"Oh, Walter!" Beverly cried, throwing herself into her husbands arms. "Take me away from here. He's an animal!"
"Go inside!" Walter instructed his wife though he was glaring at Davy.
"No, Walter, please come with me!" Beverly pleaded.
"Go on, Walt! I'll take care of him!" Mike said.
Walter angrily looked from Davy, then to Mike and gave a slight nod.
Mike turned to Davy as Walter and Beverly left.
"Thanks, Mike!" Davy sighed. "I thought he was going to kill me for a minute!"
"How could you?!" Mike asked.
Davy looked Mike in the eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw. Mike actually believed that Davy made a pass at Beverly.
Who Are You Going To Believe by Rachel PG